A Lost Dream
A clear starry night:
The moon beaming brightly
Is envisioned in your mind.
Your thoughts shining just as clear
As the sun glistens in the sky.
Life seems as sweet as the glorious
Fragrance of a rose.
Then all is turned;
... And your mind is in a whirl.
The bright night skies turn to grey,
And the sun is lost in the clouds.
The rose which once
Swayed freely in the breeze;
... Has wilted.